Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Is your Fourth Division... selected based on healing capacity?

Day broke.

Hammerhead leaned against a ruined wall, panting heavily.

His expensive pinstripe suit had long since turned into rags, and his hard alloy forehead was covered in clotted blood.

He had lost count of how many enemies he had injured or crippled throughout the night.

A hundred? Two hundred?

It was useless.

Absolutely useless!

No matter if he broke their limbs, cracked their skulls, or even disemboweled them, as long as the poor soul didn’t die on the spot and was dragged away by a companion, they would reappear on the battlefield full of life just a few minutes later, with even their stamina fully restored!

How the hell are you supposed to fight this?!

Even though Hammerhead possessed an invulnerable steel body, he was at most an enhanced human.

And not even a particularly powerful one; he couldn’t withstand this kind of attrition!

Especially since his subordinates didn’t receive such treatment.

Although the Magia Gang had many members, every death was a permanent loss.

After a night of attrition, his men grew fewer and fewer, their corpses piling up in the factory yard.

Meanwhile, Fisk’s numbers hadn’t decreased; instead, due to constant ”resurrections” and rotations, they had actually overtaken him in numbers!

By now, Hammerhead had long lost the arrogance he had a few hours ago when he planned to drive Fisk out of New York.

He was completely numb.

When that subordinate of Fisk named Karl appeared before him for the umpteenth time, looking arrogant and fully healed, and raised his gun to give him the middle finger... Hammerhead looked at the few remaining crippled soldiers around him, out of ammunition and hope, and his mental defenses finally collapsed.

[villainess points +54]

*Clang.*

He dropped the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

”I... surrender.”

With this, the long-standing gang that had occupied New York for years—the Magia Gang—was declared destroyed.

Its remnants were completely swallowed by Fisk, and the feared ”Hammerhead” became another watchdog under Sumire.

However, with Hammerhead’s status as someone who only knew how to headbutt people, he wasn’t worthy of Makima flying back from her hospital room in Washington specifically to use Control on him.

That kind of low-level trash could just be left for Fisk to manage.

After all, if it weren’t for maintaining his ”philanthropist” persona and caring about his image, if Fisk really took off his suit and had a 1v1 man-to-man fight with Hammerhead...

This underworld emperor would definitely not fear Hammerhead.

Sumire stretched lazily, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Drawing Unohana Retsu was an absolute steal!

Unohana Retsu was a great healer, plus Kotetsu Isane, the hardworking little healer.

Big healer and little healer

With them, as long as a team member wasn’t instantly vaporized into dust, they could almost infinitely restore health.

This is what a true humanoid mobile fountain looks like!

Especially since Sumire knew very well that Unohana Retsu’s ”Kaido” was just one of her most insignificant strengths.

Now Sumire’s team could be called perfect: they had a strategist for planning, thugs for combat, conceptual-level point Control, mages with bizarre techniques, tanks to draw fire, and now a super healer.

”All set!”

Sumire nodded with satisfaction.

Now her ”Villainess Alliance” could be said to have developed comprehensively in all aspects—tanks where needed, healers where needed, and DPS where needed.

Next, she would just quietly wait for that unlucky guy named Loki to bring his Scepter and deliver his head... Later, Unohana Retsu returned home.

Aside from some trivial movements on Fisk’s side, the end of 2011 remained as peaceful as the calm before a storm.

For Sumire, a small matter like wiping out the Magia Gang didn’t even count as a warm-up; at most, it was a post-dinner digestive interlude.

Although the villainess points and simulation value obtained from this operation weren’t particularly abundant, the good news was—

The cost-performance ratio of the permanent summon Kotetsu Isane was simply off the charts.

Not only could she heal and fight, and was cute, but she could also help with cleaning, cutting fruit, and even warming the bed (strikethrough).

In short, she was extremely capable.

It seems the throne of the former cost-performance king, Kumashi, is no longer secure.

At this moment, in the living room of the luxury apartment shrouded in night, the atmosphere was quiet and charming.

Sumire was enjoying a treatment that would make all Gods of Death in the Soul Society jealous—Unohana Retsu’s lap pillow.

”This sense of security... as expected of Sis Hana.”

Sumire squinted her eyes comfortably; the sensation from the back of her head was soft and elastic, carrying an intoxicating warmth.

It was a kind of tranquility as if she had returned to her mother’s embrace—of course, provided that the current issue of obstructed vision was ignored.

Sumire tried to open her eyes to look at the night sky outside, but as soon as her gaze shifted upward, it was completely blocked by a magnificent shadow.

It was a breathtaking curve.

Unohana Retsu lowered her head slightly, her long black hair falling like a waterfall beside Sumire’s cheeks, and at the chest of her loose Shihakusho, the fabric was propped up to an astonishing height.

Looking against the light, those two towering mountains tightly wrapped in the Shihakusho directly obscured most of the World above Sumire’s line of sight.

The undulating contours and heavy weight beneath the lapel exuded a unique pressure characteristic of a mature woman.

”Truly impressive...”

Sumire sighed inwardly.

What truly astonishing evil.

I must properly criticize this massive evil!

This is probably the top seat in the ”Villainess Alliance” right now, isn’t it?

Even Miss Makima would pale slightly in comparison, let alone little girls like Lux and Annie who haven’t even fully grown yet.

Just as she was thinking, a crystal-clear peeled purple grape was brought to her lips.

”My... My Lord, please enjoy.”

Sumire turned her head slightly and took the grape into her mouth, the sweet juice bursting in her mouth.

She looked along that slender hand and saw Kotetsu Isane kneeling on the carpet by the sofa.

Isane held a fruit plate, her delicate face under her light purple short hair carrying a hint of natural shyness and nervousness.

Clearly, she was not yet accustomed to the reality that this cute black-haired girl before her was both her Captain and her Master.

However, when Sumire’s gaze shifted slightly downward, her eyes froze again.

Although Isane had short, capable hair and usually presented a timid, tall tomboy image, this didn’t stop her ”hardware” from also standing above the rest.

The loose Shihakusho on her nearly 1.9-meter-tall frame didn’t look empty; instead, it was propped up by a fullness that was no less than her Captain’s.

Because of her kneeling and leaning forward posture to feed, that sense of weight was particularly prominent, swaying slightly with her movements and manifesting an astonishing presence.

”Your Fourth Division... is it really selected based on healing capacity?”

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